No one talks about the crash 

That follows the rush of

surviving. 

And maybe I’m being dramatic 

Because I didn’t almost physically die, 

But on the inside

I might as well have. 

I always knew something was off 

In my head

but I didn’t realize by how much 

Until I was on the other side. 

And I could feel the way 

We are supposed to feel 

and I could think the way

We are supposed to think

And I could hope the way 

We are supposed to hope. 

Everything was brighter. 

More clear. 

But now it’s starting to fade

and every day i wake up 

its harder to get out of bed. 

I thought i could never go back 

To the way things were before 

But now i find myself wishing for the easy things 

Rather than appreciating the hard things. 

But even the easy things, 

like sitting on the couch all day, 

exhaust me.

Even the easy things are hard. 

And I think i don’t want to be okay. 

Because if I wanted to be okay 

I would put my phone down 

And pick myself up

And snap 

Out Of 

It. 

I can 

But I won’t, 

Because I can’t 

Because I won’t. 

Because surviving is hard 

And the rush is over 

And I don’t know how to maintain 

the high. 

so maybe I’ll just sit in the low 

for a while.

just a little while, 

until i can remember 

the reason I am surviving for. 

• For all of the the people out there surviving, too. 

Some days are harder than others.

Some days are the best of your life, 

like the ones when you 

feel 

like you are actually

living. 

When you can feel the rhythym of your own heart beat, 

and taste the air that you are breathing into your lungs. 

When you move

with a purpose, 

and you 

shine. 

No one talks about the crash

that follows the rush after 

surviving. 

But no one talks about how 

the crash 

makes you want to chase the rush 

and own your life

-

that is so much more 

than surviving.